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letra de duwap flow - brezden

[intro]
(oh-oh-oh, dipper)
oh, i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b-tches
yeah

[verse 1]
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b-tches, i done did that befo’
b-tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout that struggle, i done lived that befo’
get mad about his b-tch but you can’t get back this ho
we go real fast fo’sho, b-tch, i’ve been in that mode
woah (yeah)
i’m in that mode, let’s go
yeah, okay, let’s go
come on, ak equipped with a drum on
all the block ball hard like drummond
bad b-tch, and she ain’t got none on
look at your wallet, there’s nothin’ in it
and the ‘za had to tap on in one minute
should be mad at yo’ b-tch ’cause i’m not a nina
wanna f-ck with a champ’, you can come with it
bad b-tch, i told her come get it
b-tch, you gotta book your own flight
if it’s smoke, it’s on sight, turn the owens off-white
lil’ b-tch, i live a boss life
i done earned ’bout all stripes
shawty said she wanna f-ck because she f-ck wit’ tall guys
shawty brought four of her friends, so i’m f-ckin’ all five
and i named by glock the judge ’cause it’s gon’ make ’em all rise
[verse 2]
i’m comin’ back on the other side
i cannot f-ck on no other guys
[?] winner, but i don’t want fame, really i need me another prize
if you heard he a snitch, he not one of mines
she a sl-tty ass b-tch, she ain’t one of mines
nah, for real, i don’t f-ck wit’ those type
if you run up talkin’ crazy, then you might lose your life
tryna come up, think you shine it, then you might lose yo’ lights
don’t bring your b-tch in, for real, ’cause you might lose your wife
lil’ b-tch, i’m worried ’bout my checks, i ain’t worried ’bout no likes
i got balencis on my feet, lil’ b-tch, i’m not rockin’ nikes
and i’ve been hittin’ this b-tch all week, it’s time for her to catch a flight
yeah, i’ve been catchin’ flights, i ain’t caught feelings in a minute
i’m sippin’ codiene, got me finished
lord forgive me, i’ve been sinnin’
and i’ve been tryna keep my distance, stay away from these lame-os
on my downfall they wishin’, but i just know that i can’t go
yeah, [?] feelin’ like kangol, diamonds hittin’, rainbow
my lil’ bro a lunatic, he like playin’ with dracos
i hope they don’t find evidence, just make sure that they case closed
he mad ’cause i’m ahead of him, and whatever i say goes
i just hit yo’ b-tch and then i told her maybe stay close
if we pop out, we shootin’ out, we don’t like to lay low
yeah, i mean, unless it’s twelve on the run
yeah, i do not stay low ’cause i got a .30 and my gun

- brezden

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